“Maybe you should keep some of your art.” // He shrugs. He stands up and points at one of the lookalikes, the oldest and most graphic-designery among them. “Do you want that painting? Five bucks. But you have to prop it up on top of your toilet tank. That's the intention of the piece.”
Read More““Yes,” you say. “When you lost the baby.” You angle your chin slightly. Your chin is a question. Don’t you remember, your chin asks. I’ve never known you to hide behind a euphemism like lost the baby before. I didn’t think I had to explain to you the reasons it was not a baby. I press a finger to the cold metal of the dessert fork on my placemat. I flip the fork so it is upside down. I flip it again. Rightsideup. ”
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